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ICE
My mom tells me that when I
was 2 (the more I write, the more I realize 2 was a hard year for me!), we were
at a friend’s house for a party. Mom gave me a piece of ice to suck on, but it
slipped right into my throat and I started choking.
Mom -- as mom’s do, panicked.
Dad -- as dad’s do, did not. He kept telling her that eventually the ice would
melt and I would be fine.
Meanwhile, I had ceased breathing. I can only imagine how my mom felt, watching her two-year-old baby
flail and hack, with a bit of ice lodged in her throat.
Finally, my little face
turned blue, my mom threw a huge tantrum, and my dad performed the Heimlich on
me.
Lesson: Easy-ridin', Harley-ownin', doobie-rollin' children of the 60's don't always make great parental decisions.
ICELAND
Remember how I told you my
family moved to Holland when I was 13? Well, we did. However, just months
before that move, my dad’s original orders were for a move to Iceland. I
remember looking it up in an Encyclopedia (damn you, Internet, for not being
readily available yet!) and thinking we were moving to a volcanic graveyard of
death and I would never survive the arctic tundra of winter.
I was much relieved to learn
we were going to Holland, land of tulips and windmills, instead.
I had not yet learned of Holland's cloud to sun ratio.
IMAGINATION
You can do a lot of things
with imagination.
Let your imagination run
wild or carry you away.
Your imagination can get the
best of you.
You can lose your
imagination, which sounds bad because I’ve never heard of anyone finding their imagination. Best to keep
it near.
Children are born with
oodles of imagination, and I’d like to see us encourage them to explore the
world of their own imagination, instead of boxing it up to trade in for a set
of preconceived values. Even that word – preconceived
– sounds stuffy and ordinary.
Why not run away with your
imagination, instead?
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